Before coming in, Long Wenmu didn't expect such an atmosphere.
The green fields and rustic atmosphere give it a sense of returning to nature. The master who lives here must have deliberately arranged the place this way.
He was sighing in his heart when he suddenly heard some kind of movement coming from the thatched cottage.
It sounded like a cry for mercy.
"Master, master, please help me." It was a man's pleading voice.
"Get out of here!" followed by a slightly older voice.
"Master, last time I came to you to make weapons, you didn't have such rules."
"What nonsense rules, what I say are the rules. If you are not convinced, you have the ability to find someone else."
Then I heard someone's screams, and I saw a man flying out of the thatched cottage like a green onion, rolling on the ground several times, screaming again and again.
Long Wenmu couldn't help but be solemn.
Yelan hid behind him a little, and Marshal Yu couldn't help but shudder.
The man's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was obviously thrown out by someone inside. He held a dim golden knife in his hand and limped away with a sad face.
Long Wenmu felt his scalp was numb. It seemed that the man was seriously injured, and he didn't know what kind of cruelty had happened to him.
Thinking of Fei Xiaoyu's words, I suddenly wondered if coming here was a conscious choice.
Fei Xiaoyu frowned, as if to say that this matter had nothing to do with her.
Long Wenmu bared his teeth. Although he hadn't seen anyone yet, he could already feel the temper of the person inside. It was rumored that Mi Zhuo was very skilled, but his temper seemed to be quite good. Maybe this place would be so deserted, so it would be the same.
related.
Just as I was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from the room.
"If people from outside want to come and build something, they should come in quickly. What are they doing secretly at the door?"
Ye Lan gently poked Long Wenmu in the back, and Long Wenmu grinned and cautiously came to the door.
"Ahem, senior Qingxiu, I'm sorry to disturb you." Long Wenmu opened the door respectfully with a harmless smile on his face.
No matter how hot-tempered the other person is, as the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person.
As soon as you enter the door, the hot breath hits your face.
There was a blazing fire, and there were two completely different temperatures inside and outside the house. When I got here, I felt like I had fallen into a fire pit.
As far as the eye could see, there was a stove standing in the room, and an old man was lying on a wicker chair next to the stove.
The old man's beard and hair were gray-white, his face was full of flesh, he had rosacea, and his beard was messy.
The placket on the chest is casually open, with one hand shaking a cattail leaf fan and the other hand holding a wine gourd.
While shaking the fan, he poured a sip of wine into his mouth. From far away, Long Wenmu could smell the alcohol. This old man looked like a drunken drunkard if he were left outside.
"Is this Master Mi?" Long Wenmu tried to ask.
"It's me, what do you want from me?" Mi Zhuo's rattan chair rocked back and forth, shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, and brought the wine gourd to his mouth. His eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't seem to pay much attention to the person coming.
"I heard that Master Mi's craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world. I hope that Master Mi can help me create some demonic weapons."
"You can build weapons with me, no problem. Have you brought the materials?"
"Bring it naturally." Long Wenmu said excitedly.
Mi Zhuo did not refuse, so it seemed that it was quite easy to talk.
Fei Xiaoyu shook his head and took a few steps back.
Mi Zhuo stood up from the chair, holding the wine gourd in his hand, and came to the stove. He stretched out his hand and pushed a flame into the stove. The temperature suddenly rose a lot.
Long Wenmu was amazed, this Mi Zhuo was probably the source stone of the refined fire-type monsters. His ability to control fire with his hands was very powerful even to a layman.
Long Wenmu immersed his consciousness in the ring of heaven and earth and searched.
"Speaking of which, I just saw someone leaving Master Mi's place. Is that person also here to build demon soldiers?" Long Wenmu asked casually.
"What are you talking about just now?" Mi Zhuo raised his head and snorted, "That brat came to me even though he didn't have the demon crystal, and he dared to use the weapon I made to the point of losing his spirituality. I didn't interrupt him.
Legs are a good thing."
Long Wenmu was about to take out something when he couldn't help but was stunned and frowned deeply: "What do you mean by this, master?"
"What do you mean? I have my own rules. If the thing I built is used indiscriminately and is about to be damaged, it is a delusion to ask me to repair it."
Long Wenmu felt a thud in his heart, as if he had realized something.
"Master, if you want to help people repair demon soldiers, how many demon crystals will be needed?"
"That depends on what kind of thing it is." Mi Zhuo scratched his messy beard and said.
Long Wenmu thought for a moment and took out the Howling Lion Sword.
This demon sword was damaged one after another, and after the battle with Changsun Hou, it was almost useless.
There are also obvious cracks visible on the blade.
Mi Zhuo took the Roaring Lion Sword and felt a sense of physical pain when he saw the long knife.
Nostrils snorted and casually threw the Roaring Lion Knife into the stove.
"If you want to repair it, you can use a thousand demon crystals." Mi Zhuo said unceremoniously.
A thousand demon crystals? This old man, why didn't he grab it? After hearing the amount he quoted, Long Wenmu felt that it was inappropriate.
The Roaring Lion Sword is no more than a weapon at the level of a small demon. Even if you buy a new weapon like this, it only costs a few hundred demon crystals. Just repairing it will cost a thousand. This is no joke.
He said hurriedly: "Master, wait a minute. If I can't repair it, I'll think about it first."
Mi Zhuo didn't even look at him: "No one can take away the things that have been put into my stove until they are repaired."
Long Wenmu's face turned dark immediately. He just showed it to Mi Zhuo, but who knew he threw it into the stove without saying a word.
A thousand demon crystals? This old guy is crazy.
A big demon only has dozens of demon crystals. Repairing the Roaring Lion Sword is equivalent to hunting a dozen big demons? A lion's mouth is not enough to describe it, right?
Mi Zhuo's aura was profound and boundless, far beyond what Long Wenmu could compare to. Otherwise, Long Wenmu would have wanted to snatch it back from him.
Fei Xiaoyu pulled him from behind and motioned for him to go out first.
Long Wenmu bared his teeth and stepped back, exiting the thatched cottage.
Outside the thatched cottage, the four people looked at each other.
"What's going on with that old guy?" Long Wenmu asked with a frown.
Fei Xiaoyu was quite helpless: "Why did you just give the thing to him?"
"You think I want to..." Long Wenmu was furious.
Fei Xiaoyu shook his head: "Master Mi has a weird temper. Sometimes he does things that are hard to guard against."
"Why does he charge so much for a thousand demon crystals?" Marshal Yu also chimed in.
When Mi Zhuo reported this number, even he was shocked.
Fei Xiaoyu shook his head helplessly: "I have told you that Master Mi has a weird temper and never does things according to common sense. When he is in a good mood, he may only take a few dozen demon crystals to help others build things. When he is in a bad mood, he may
Ask for thousands of dollars."
Long Wenmu's face was dark, did he mean that the old guy was in a bad mood today?
"Other than that, what other habits does he have?" Long Wenmu asked.
"It's impossible to tell." Fei Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, "Everything depends on his mood. Someone once made a weapon here, but it was damaged not long after. Later, he came to him to repair it, but he not only refused to help others repair it, but it was damaged soon after."
, and chased him for half a month."
"Why?" Long Wenmu was quite annoyed, and mentally scolded Mi Zhuo like crazy.
"According to what he said, only mediocre people will damage the things he made. Anyone who wears out the things he made means that they are not worthy of using his things. The most shameful thing about him is that he made it himself
Something was damaged.”
"So, the same goes for the person who just left?"
"Probably so." Fei Xiaoyu nodded, "But Master Mi is indeed very skilled. No other caster can repair anything that comes from his hands except him."
Long Wenmu smiled bitterly.
Fei Xiaoyu continued: "Not only that, but this thing created by the master is also uncertain. You'd better pay more attention to it later. Someone asked him to repair something before and gave him a big knife. He might give him a big hammer in return. You
If you give him the knife and he returns it to you later, it still won't be the knife, that's not accurate."
Long Wenmu half-opened his mouth and remained speechless for a long time.
"Why is that?" he growled.
"Who knows." Fei Xiaoyu shrugged, "I have already said that he has always been weird in doing things and always only does things according to his mood. Anyway, Master Mi is such a person. It is also for this reason that although his skills are superb, he does not always do things according to his mood.
Nine out of ten people who do this will not get what they want, and as time goes by, fewer and fewer people will come to him for forging."
When Fei Xiaoyu said this, Long Wenmu knew something was going to happen.
Absolutely no, I should have recklessly shown him the knife to see what he was doing.
Suddenly he remembered that it was Feng Xiaosheng who introduced Mi Zhuo to him, and that old bastard Feng Xiaosheng must have been waiting to see his joke.
People's hearts are separated from each other, and people close to him cannot be trusted so much. When I go back this time, I have to pluck out all the old man Feng Xiaosheng's beard.
He hurried back to the house and saw Mi Zhuo still leaning against the corner with a wine bottle.
"Boy, are you done discussing it?" Mi Zhuo poured a sip of wine into his mouth, "You'd better prepare a thousand demon crystals. If you can't give them by then, I might ask you to keep some scraps."
The guy stared straight between Long Wenmu's legs, which made Long Wenmu's heart tremble.
Long Wenmu thought of something and took out a token from the Qiankun Ring, which was given to him by Feng Xiaosheng at that time.
"Master Mi, actually this junior was introduced by Feng Lao." He handed the token forward.
Mi Zhuo took it, with a slight twitch in his mouth, and threw the token into the fire.
"Feng Xiaosheng? Do you think you can bargain with me after you move that old bastard out? Take back what I just said and help you repair this weapon. You have to give me 1,500 demon crystals. If you lose one piece, I will
Stamp your leg."
While pouring wine into his mouth, he winked at Long Wenmu.
If he hadn't been able to defeat him, Long Wenmu might have killed him now.
Mi Zhuo drank half a bottle of wine and patted his belly.
"Boy, hold out your hand."
"What?" Long Wenmu was a little wary.
"If you are asked to stretch it out, stretch it out quickly. Why are you asking so many questions?"
Long Wenmu didn't know what he was going to do, so he stretched out his hand in front of him.
Mi Zhuo looked at it for a moment, scratched his beard, and hummed: "You got this knife not long ago, right?"
Long Wenmu was surprised: "How does Master Mi know?"
"I know a lot." Mi Zhuo chuckled, "Seeing the calluses on your hands, you are good at using bows and knives, but what you are good at is not this kind of long knife. What you are good at is a short knife, which should be a hunting knife.
Category 1. This knife is not suitable for you. I’m afraid you haven’t gotten it for a long time. I will help you change it when the time comes.”
Hearing this, Long Wenmu's heart was filled with turmoil.
When he was in Langshan, he used a shorter knife like a hunting knife, and Mi Zhuo knew this just by looking at his hand.
"Master Mi is saying that you want to help me change this sword into a short sword?"
"That's right. A weapon that doesn't work well is just a waste of good materials. The last thing I see is you guys using these things indiscriminately."